YOU, MY LOVE: (a diary in verse)

13 January

You are into me
like flame and fire
as no other desire could
know such gentle fury

...like an undefined thirst
incalculably uncontrolled,
or passion spent in seeking
a wild
and wondrous rose.

With love, as in life, there are no guarantees. Except always a beginning, always an end. Nothing else is certain, set in some. The thoughts and emotions that drive us indeed ever churning, changing... ever in flux, ebb and flow.

So, too, the heart- yet once fixed, as relentless as a star: ...